Sunny Daze
My heart keeps wondering, wondering who I am.
Should I stay in California, should I move to France?
My eyes are weakening, tired from these sunny days.
Its not that I prefer the rain, just stuck in a Pacific sun kissed daze
Maybe I can drive an auto bus, cut my hair real short.
Drink beer with the drivers after work, one day they will say “he is one of us.”
Promise toy write letters home, tell you who I have become.
No one here thinks I am smart, no one knows I am dumb.
My heart keeps wondering, wondering who I am.
Should I stay in California, should I move to France?
My eyes are weakening, tired from these sunny days.
Its not that I prefer the rain, just stuck in a Pacific sun kissed daze